Reborn as a Chaos God of Carnage

(General POV)

Location the Warhammer 40k World-The Neutral Space: Infinity Fountain Resting Place

In the white space the four brothers were watching the aftermath of the ascension and battle of the first collected Elder Daemon of Laharl, Majin Buu, they had to admit their brother was right that they misjudged the power, and chaotic potential of Buu, but he proved to a true monster turned Daemon, worth notice.

Now it was time for Khorne to collect the Butcher, and then Nurgle, Gallon then it would be time for the first new Elder Daemon of the Changer, as the Infinity Fountain activated again and showed the bloody rampage that the Flesh Carver has been responsible for...

(Maghda POV)

Location the Diablo World-Tristam, the Halls of Agony: Chamber of Suffering

My name is Maghda, I am a powerful witch and the leader of a coven, that is dedicated to Belial.

I'm looking at the nephilims, that have come to stop me and my dark master, so in this trap of in this one of the lowest dungeon of the Halls of Agony, a infernal furnace, as I distract these foolish "heroes" as my servent, and enforcers has just appeared.

The infamous Butcher, that once terrorized Sanctuary, until he was slain and cast away into the abyss, but I, Maghda, was powerful enough to not only resurrect but empower the monstrous Butcher, and now shall unleash such a beast onto these infidels!!!

As I teleport away and leave these fools to their fate...

(General POV)

The Butcher was battling against the Nephelims, in the infernal battleground of the Chamber of Suffering.

As the Butcher charged straight at the Barbarian, stomping his way towards his prey, only for the Monk to knock her companion out of the demon's path, the Butcher growled in anger as he missed.

He smashed the metallic ground a couple of times, before he tried to smash his giant cleaver-axe at Wizard, as she created a magical beam of lightning, hitting the Butcher causing him pain to surge throughout his body, and make him more angry.

While the Barbarian and the Crusader, they charged in to help the she-wizard, the Necromancer sent a small number of skeletons to help the two against the vile demon.

All that surged through the rage filled mind of the Butcher, was violence and desire to carve these sources of meat, as he growled out, "Must kill. Must get the fresh meat!!" as the Butcher, shrugs the electrical attack of the Wizard, knocking her down, making her cry out in pain.

Turning to the upcoming meat and not meat, (Two Nephelims & Skeletons) he smashed down his cleaver, and swung his hook, destroying the skeletons, when the Crusader used one of the skeletal remain as a springboard to smash her flail, at the Butcher face.

Grunting in pain, the Demon Hunter, she started shooting a barrage of crossbow bolts at the demon, making the Butcher use his arm to block the bolts being shot at him, this allowed the Crusader to use [Punish] on Butcher, her weapon surge with holy power and she struck at the Butcher, causing great damage on him and making him stagger on his feet.

The Witch Doctor took advantage of the Crusader's provided opening against the demon, and he conjured some [Firebats] calling forth a swarm of fiery bats to burn enemies in front of the Butcher, they soared at him and impacted/burned him.

The Butcher was getting overwhelmed by the number of enemies, with versatile styles, at least with the furnace bursting with flames, pushing away he refuse to fall again, he wanted more blood, more violence, more butchery.

Fighting through the pain, as the Butcher stood up again, smashing his cleaver in the ground several times before roaring and yelling, "You meat, will die!!!" charging straight at the nephilims again, without an ounce of fear only rage and bloodlust coursing through his mind.

Which was only increasing as a dark all-powerful, and even divine entity was watching the battle unfold, with a devilish smirk on his face.

The seven nephilims were standing together as they prepared to keep fighting against the dreaded Butcher.

The battle was becoming much brutal, as the nephilims were experiencing the Butcher, increasing in power and brutal force, their usual attacks and combination strategies were slowly becoming useless against the vicious Butcher.

The Barbarian was striking the demon with his axe and broadsword, even using his [Hammer of the Ancient] skill, calling forth a mighty, and massive hammer to smash the Butcher, as the "magical" hammer smashed onto the form of the demon, it only forced the bloodthirsty Butcher onto one knee, as the hammer was on his back.

Butcher fought through the pain and weight, pushing back against the giant hammer on his back, growling as he looked hatefully at the Barbarian, standing back up as the hammer faded away, using his hook to stab into the leg of the warrior, swinging his hooked meat over his head and tossing the Barbarian away.

Smashing against the metallic surface of the furnace that is the Chamber of Suffering, the Barbarian bleed and scream in pain from the impact and the wounds that the Barbarian, suffered against his last clash against the demon, the Monk rushed to his side to provide some aid.

The Butcher saw two of his prey on the ground, and he started charging straight at them, the other nephilims saw their enemy target their downed comrades, and rushed in to stop the Butcher.

The Wizard then cast her [Arcane Torrent] hurling a barrage of arcane/magical projectiles of blue, violet, and indigo at demon's exposed back.

A barrage of arcane magical blasts, were soaring straight at the uncaring, blood hungry, Butcher, believe her magical attack to cause major damage like it has done, before throughout the battle, but her cowardly attack was seen by a dark divine entity, upon the [Arcane Torrent] spell hit the Butcher...

As the Wizard's spell, exploded on the back of the still rushing Butcher, it didn't cause as much damage as she hoped for, the Butcher was actually shrugging off the damage and kept on charging.

Unknown by all that there is a Dark God watching and surging his dark influence, and authority onto the Butcher, as his orange toned skin was gaining a slightly growing red tint, and along with it much more strength, bloodlust, and most importantly magical resistant.

The Butcher ignored the stinging, magical pain on his back and kept on rushing at the Barbarian and Monk, as she tried to help her comrade, but the Butcher has already reached them, hitting them with the full mass and strength of his body, knocking them both away, causing huge amounts of damage to the two.

The Butcher turned to the rest of the meat, all gathering together to keep struggling against him...strangely the Butcher noticed that magical bondage to the human witch, was shattering and then as the Butcher was starting to feel more bloodlust, and murderous desire drastically increase but before he could continue his fight...something came.

The entire chamber started to shake uncontrollably, even the great demon wasn't able to stay standing straight against the increase force of this earthquake.

Then from the pool of lava, surrounding the Chamber of Suffering, started to erupt into geysers and amassing into a single point, forming into a giant, daemonic titan of hellish flames and lava.

Immediately the meer presence of this titanic, daemonic God cause all the nephilims to scream and scratch onto the sides of their heads, for the imagines of countless wars even greater and more terrible to the Eternal Conflict, between the Burning Hells and the High Heavens, pale to comparison to these vision of massacres, wars, and brutal deaths.

Not just these visions were surging through the minds of these demi-humans, but also the bloodlust, and anger that this entity was causing was almost unbearable, it truth if not for the blood of angels coursing through them, they'd would have completely fallen into the insanity of hate, and blood of Khorne.

While Khorne trusted his older brother, the Dark One, word he wanted to personally see the brutality and capabilities of the Butcher...and the Blood God, must say he was greatly impressed and pleased of what he has witnessed from the Butcher.

Despite these daemons from the Burning Hells, being quite unique and quite possibly future worthy members of Legions of the Blood God, he despises how many of them have more dependence of magic, scheming, and manipulations than using brutality, and direct combat...he can already tell that the Architech would be staking a large claim over this world, but the Butcher was different.

A true monster of murderous rage, and nearly insatiable bloodlust everything a true daemon of blood, should strive for, it was worthy to become his seventh Elder Daemon...the Butcher can become a ruthless hunter almost rivaling Karanak, and as Laharl suggested his personal butcher preparing blood and meat for his wives and himself.

Khorne's fiery manifestion pointed his arms at the Butcher, as daemonic flames of blood rage, blazing and burning several shades of red, as these hellish flames surrounded the Butcher.

The Butcher did not burn or felt any sorts of pain or discomfort, as it was being unbound from the grips of the Burning Hells, and from any of the Lords of Hell aka the Evils of the World, [Lesser & Prime Evils] gaining dominance over this demon, now turning into a Warp filled Daemon.

Ascending in greater levels of powers and strength, the Butcher, he saw vision of countless worlds, infinite amount of creatures, soo much meat, blood, and skulls that he can claim and carve all for himself and for a true Prime Evil, even surpassing the might Diablo.

The Butcher didn't struggle or fought against the influence of his new and eternal master, for Lord Khorne was already granting him all he could ever desire and much more.

Roaring in great fury as the flames ceased and the Butcher stood in greater size and muscle mass than before, his form didn't have any major changes done apart from growing some black spikes on his upper back and shoulder, all his body has done is make his horns, fangs, and toe-claws larger and more fearsome than before.

He stomp his foot causing the lava underneath the furnace like chamber to burst up, and erupt all around the chamber, the intense heat forced back all the Nephelims in a mental struggle they managed to huddle together, thanks to that action of getting closer to the Crusader, her holy aura cause some little relief to their mental pain.

The Butcher was now ascended to Blood Elder Daemon of Khorne, the seventh to be more specific looking at his new eternal master, the Butcher kneeled to Khorne's manifestion and swore true devotion, endless streams of blood and skull, and all the bloody, and fresh meat for him and his Queens forever.

This made Khorne laugh in pleased tone, a crimson rift of hellfire and boiling blood that leads into the Warp, appeared at the edge of the Chamber, just in front of the Butcher, a clear message to go through it.

Standing up, the Butcher he started walking towards the Warprift, but he stopped as he stood near the still writhing Barbarian on the ground, his wounds still bleeding fresh, delicious blood.

Looking down at the defenseless Nephelim, the Butcher spoke, "Never let fresh meat, go to waste." he turned to the Barbarian, and stomped on his back hard, the sound of bones breaking, snapping, striking metal and the screaming of a agonizing man echoed across the Chamber of Suffering.

Khorne watched with eager anticipation, as his Seventh Elder Daemon, rised his left arm that held his giant, macabre meat-hook and he swung at the side of the mortal halfbreed's head, stabbing deeply into the man's skull as it burst out with blood and senue.

Pulling at the quiet and limp body of the Barbarian, the Butcher then swung his cleaver-axe across at the neck of the dead nephilim, beheading the deadman.

Letting the headless body smash onto the metallic surface of the ground, turning slightly toward his Dark God he offered a fresh skull of a mighty warrior, which Khorne took and watched as the Butcher step off of the headless Barbarian and picking the body, placing it over his shoulder, grunting, "Ahhh. Fresh meat." as the Butcher returned to walking towards the Warprift, leaving this world and officially joining the service of the Blood God.

As the rift closed, and the lava made construct of Khorne, fell and merged with the blazing lava, the mental anguish that the Nephelims suffered was quickly gone.

Having realized they've lost not just the battle, but a close ally and companion to the daemonic forces of the unknown entity...

(Gallon POV)

Location the Odin Sphere World-The Netherworld Endelphia, the Domain of Odette: Gallon's Prison

Again another day in the darkest depths of Endelphia, this lifeless, dark, and cold afterlife more akin to a hellish abyss I am sealed away, since my death a long, long time ago...

Not long ago I gave away the Almacia sometime ago, the Almacia being a blue colored crystal psypher sword once used by my son, King Edmund, which he used to kill me, his father, ironic that now my grandson, cursed to becoming a Pooka, despite his cursed state I can still smell my bloodline within that pooka body.

I hoped that sword can prevent, great tragedy I believe it to be my final act a decency and sanity but in truth I too am eager for the moment of my freedom and when I'll bring about great catastrophe to this world.

As the world is fast approaching it end, I can feel it and every time my excitement surge that damned soo called queen, Odette, who is more like my jailer, every time I could feel this pitiful world heading straight to it end...

From my very being, I sensed that some fool has just used the accursed, forbidden power of Titania, the Beast of Darkova.

This imbecile was using that power...my power, and on doing so my spoiled blood inside my ever decaying body and veins, I need to destroy.

As I thrash against this damned cage that Odette has me in, I yelled out, "Stop!! I can't stop this excitement. Of this steering in my very being." groaning in exasperation, as I sensed Odette approaching my cell again, to restrain me.

There she was is Odette, appearing in a shroud of shadowy mist with her halja, being the queen of the Netherworld and the dead, she is a undead herself, parts of her body are skeletal with no flesh at all, such as her arms, neck, and the exposed spine of her back.

Her bones appear to have a greenish tinge, as do those of her "subjects", what skin she does have, such as her face and very large breasts, are pale to the point of ghastly pallor with a greenish-bluish tinge, such as one would expect from a dead body.

Despite her frightening and somewhat ghastly appearance, Odette is beautiful still, and cuts an impressive figure.

As for some other physical traits she has pointed ears, red eyes with black sclera, purple lips, and pale purple hair done in a tight braided hairstyle which sticks up in the back on both sides it's two braids.

Odette, she wears a gracefully moving deep purple and blue/black dress accented with lace, which is continually flowing.

The bodice of the dress is cut very revealingly as to greatly show Odette's enormous cleavage, so much so that her breasts nearly seem exposed, wearing a large, fanned, cap-like headdress of deep bluish purple edged with a lace pattern, banded with purple and accented with bone around the forehead, and as always she appears with a crescent moon behind her, and carrying a lantern.

Odette commanded her gravekeepers to tighten my restrains again, as she floated closer to me, releasing some ghostly vapors from her latern, in a elegant sounding voice she spoke to me, "Why must you be such a hassle Gallon? You have already died, and committed untold sins on the living, just accept your fate of eternal punishment." hearing this I laugh, as my chains force my humongous rotting body onto the ground.

Looking at Odette, I responded in equal authority, "Quit your praddling, Queen of the Damned. I to am a Monarch, and quite possibly your sole equal in these lands of the dead. You fear my rise. You fear the end, especially with prophecy of Apocalypse mentioning your fate, Odette." her usual air of noble superiority was suddenly transformed into clear annoyance, and anger.

In a simple hand gesture the spectral enforcers of Odette, pulled on my chains, bitting into my decaying flesh, I groan in discomfort for these chains were made from Phozon Crystals capable of holding me restrained and harming my body until it "regenerated" to its prime rotted state.

Before Odette could torment me further as her usual sadistic pleasure on her prisoners, a smell was perfuming the entirety of this realm, a thick miasma could be seen through the blue flames of the laterns scattered across Endelphia, including my prison cage.

Odette was clearly confused as I noticed on her physique, as I heard her demands explanation what is occurring on her realm.

She turned to me, did this Corpse Queen truly believe that I'm capable of whatever is happening?

But...

(General POV)

As Odette stood in a regal anger stance, she was about to demand from her most dangerous prisoner a explanation from the smell of decay, and rot that one would believe would be the norm of Endelphia, but this place is more align with the spiritual concept and representation of death, and punishment, over rot, decay, and carrion.

Lifting her skeletal arm as she was about to speak, a earthquake started to shake the Realm of the Dead.

A explosion happened a eruption of puss and God awful stench perfumed the area, the smell and agried stinging force back Odette, but strangely Gallon was calm and almost welcoming of this unholy vile, filth, and disgust.

The blue laterns turned a sickly green color, and floated over the area that was revealing...a infected wound on the desolate ground, as these laterns started to emanate the revolting smell of rot in a thick, gnarly, green miasma.

The puss oozing wound started to bubble and sprout a twisted massive flower, that bloom and sickly, slime coated tentacles swayed around the air.

Odette rage overwrote her worry, for there wasn't any power aside her own by the power of her crown, that can cause such change and disfigurement to Endelphia.

Then all heard the elder sounding laughter and coughing echoing across the dark, Odette was intimidated, this sickly entity was an obvious threat to her, as the laughing it was starting to slowly ceased, as this entity spoke to Odette, "Poor woman. Soo...misguided...belief that...you...are...a ruler...of death. No...rot...no decay....no...cycle...only...nothingness...and...torment, no...peace...and...welcoming...of death." feeling insulted Odette responded, "HOW DARE YOU!? I AM THE QUEEN OF THE DAMNED, DEATH AND THE UNLIVING ARE MINE TO COMMAND!!! I. AM. DEATH!!!!!"

Then the laughter happen again, with the utter tone of joy, ridicule, and amusement in the laughing, "Delusional... Utterly...delusional. I...am...death. I know...only one...being...worthy...of being...a...king... A king...of...death...and...decay." suddenly Gallon felt the chains that once held him down, starting to rust and wither away, with a bit of force from Gallon they broke, as he spoke, "Finally I'm free." walking out the shadows, was a humongous three headed behemoth.

A three hound-skulled monster with some flesh on the ears, a rotten body that shows his ribs, and skeletal claws, standing proud and imposing, Odette was shocked as only she or her Halja should be able to set Gallon's chains free.

Odette started to prepare to battle and restrain Gallon again, as her legion of undead followers were coming to assist her, more Halja appeared beside their queen, that's when another earthquake occurred and from the festering wound various disgusting creatures started to emerge.

Legions of plague daemons started to cross onto the world to aid Gallon, plaguebearers, nurglings, plague brutes, hell sloths, mukwalkers, vile ivies, Great Unclean Ones, rotten, sibriexes, repulsive khaos, Beasts of Nurgle, plague toads, molluscoids, plague flies, plagued scorpions, death diggers, and more came from the Garden under the command of the Plague God.

Gallon was amazed by the rotting, diseased creatures coming and standing beside him, many even showed him reverence and respect as he once knew as a king.

Then the voice of the entity responsible for all that was happening spoke, directly into his mind, telling he is still a king, a king of rot and death, and a worthy being to join the Legion of Decay.

This being name Nurgle, showed him legions upon legions of loyal subjects, and grateful followers from various mortal creatures to actual daemons, craving his leadership and command.

Grateful for his actions and devastation he'll wrought as they fight alongside him, embracing decay, disease, and eternal renewal, akin to a minor God of Death and Rot, leading those that will embrace the fate he has as an undead king, all and much more.

He'll ascend and be granted a throne worthy of his power and form, plus he might actually obtain a loyal family that will heed his word and not bring him misery like Edgar and Edmund have done, and he even promise that once all was done he'll be able to return to this world and bring death, and eternal rot onto everything, no longer bound to the prophecy or weak against Belderiver for he also was given a vision of the future, his unknown grandson, Oswald the Black Knight shall bring him his true death...but no longer, he was a king, a true ruler of death and rot.

Accepting Grandfather Nurgle's offer, Gallon looked at Odette for one last time and said, "Seems true death and decay has come, Odette. I'm no longer bound by fate, instead eternal life and decay shall be grand rule. We'll meet again, False Queen, I'll enjoy hanging your decaying corpse, from the Manor of the Grandfather in the future. But I'm needed elsewhere at the moment."

Odette not understanding much of Gallon's words, before she could command him to stop, he tap his boney finger onto the ground and signal the Plague Legion to attack, starting a war between Spectral and Rotting Death, as Gallon walked over the festering wound and Warp portal to the Garden.

Entering the pools of horrors, Gallon started to cross over to the Warp, into the Grandfather's embrace as he was becoming the Seventh Plague Elder Daemon of Nurgle.